Luo Zhuoying looked at Gao Hongming who was talking casually, with a strange look on his face in surprise.
Is your borrowing from him a serious loan?
Or do you plan to learn from Liu Bei and borrow Jingzhou?
And are you sure the Americans and British will agree to your request?
He couldn't help but said: "Brother Gao, the British Eighteenth Army is still in Burma. They also need these autumn clothes. How can they give them to us?"
"You won't let me?" Gao Hongming said with a cruel smile, "Then it's not up to them!"
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Yangon Airport
Myanmar's largest airport is like a lively market at the moment, full of busy people.
Some of these people were wearing khaki national army uniforms, some were in Morikawa's iron-grey Rendai militia infantry uniforms, and some were big-nosed American soldiers wearing tea-green American military uniforms.
As the C-47 transport planes continued to take off and land, from time to time a row of military trucks would roar from the runway towards the transport planes, and on each truck stood seven or eight civilians responsible for loading and unloading cargo.
In addition to transport aircraft, the airport's tarmac is also full of F8F Panda fighter jets, F6F Hellcat fighter jets, Stuka dive bombers and B-25 medium bombers.
There is a large green military tent near the airport, and the pilots in the tent are taking the time to rest.
A gust of cold wind blew through, causing the people in the tent to yell and curse.
"Damn it, I can't let anyone live anymore. I was so hot before, but now there's a cold wind blowing. What the hell kind of weather is this?"
Complaints came from the tent.
At this time, a pilot inside was covered with a blanket and lying on the camp bed, with a Schmeisser submachine gun leaning against the bed.
When the Taiwan Flying Militia was first established, the pilots still followed the trend and each wore a pistol. As for which model it was, it all depended on personal preference.
But as time went by and after more successful experiences of parachuting and escaping after being shot down by enemy planes, pilots felt that it was difficult to ensure their own safety with only a small pistol.
After all, no one knows whether they will land on enemy territory or in the wilderness after being shot down and parachuting.
If you encounter that situation, having a loaded submachine gun with you will be a great guarantee for the pilot's safety.
Because of this, the MP40 submachine gun, which has a short and compact structure, low recoil, and fairly powerful power, has become the first choice of pilots.
While the pilots were complaining about the sudden drop in weather in their tents, on the airport runway, ground crews were like worker ants, inspecting the aircraft on the runway paved with punched steel plates.
Some are replenishing engine coolant, while others are checking aircraft controls and replenishing ammunition.
Compared with the pilots, the ground crew undoubtedly worked harder. The sweat soaked into the green crew-neck shirt, and then was dried by the body temperature, and then soaked again, eventually leaving light-colored salt stains on the gray crew-neck shirt.
On another runway, several blond foreign pilots looked at the planes belonging to the Liantai Militia with envious eyes.
"Why do we drive this outdated second-rate model, while those Chinese people can drive the latest Panda? This is too unfair."
"It's just that compared to their aircraft, our P40 is like a piece of shit."
"You should ask our Brigadier General Claire about this issue." Another pilot joked from the side:
"But don't forget, you receive a high salary of US$600 per month, and you will receive a US$500 reward for every Japanese monkey plane shot down.
But the monthly salary of those Chinese pilots is only a measly 10 US dollars, and the bonus for shooting down an enemy plane is only a few dozen US dollars. If you are willing to join them, I believe their commander will not refuse your request."
The words of the pilot next to him made all the complaining pilots shut up.
What a joke, they came to China just to make money. If they really joined the Taiwan Flying Militia, they might as well die for receiving that dry salary of 10 US dollars every month.
With the arrival of the Liantai Flying Corps and the Flying Tigers, the originally deserted Yangon Airport instantly became lively.
Not only that, in order to relieve the pressure on Yangon Airport, the expeditionary force mobilized tens of thousands of workers, not only expanded Yangon Airport several times, but also built several new field airports around Sunshine to prevent various emergencies.
It was the arrival of this powerful air force that stabilized the situation of the expeditionary force, which was on the verge of collapse, and even launched a counterattack against the Japanese army.
The young second lieutenant pilot Xie Wenjie walked out of the tent. He looked up at the still gloomy sky, feeling increasingly uneasy.
"What's wrong? Are you nervous?" Lu Dayou, who was wearing the rank of lieutenant colonel and was walking next to him, patted his shoulder and asked.
"No." Xie Wenjie took a deep breath and shook his head.
"That's good." Lu Dayou joked: "I heard that your grades were top-notch when you were in flight school, and you were praised by the instructor several times.
If you encounter a Japanese plane later on during patrol, you have to protect me."
Lu Dayou was joking while strapping the foldable MP40 submachine gun to his left thigh, while Xie Wenjie on the side also followed suit and did the same action.
Of course Xie Wenjie knew why Lu Dayou said that.
His identity is actually an open secret in the Liantai Flying Corps, even though he is only the only son of a well-to-do family in Liantai County.
Logically speaking, this status is nothing. Today's Liantai militia can be described as a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.
In recent years, as the Liantai Militia has continued to grow and its reputation has continued to grow, more and more ambitious young people and wealthy families are willing to send their children here.
After all, who doesn’t want to join a team that always wins battles? Under such a background, Xie Wenjie’s identity can only be considered ordinary.
But who allowed me to have a good sister named Xie Wenqian?
Although Gao Hongming asked himself that he was not Voldemort, who in the world didn't have a few relatives?
Xie Wenqian has been married to him for more than two years and has never asked him for anything. She is also in charge of the medical system of the Liantai Militia and has made a lot of contributions to the growth of the Liantai Militia.
Now his brother-in-law is working as a pilot under him. As a brother-in-law, he would feel bad if he didn't take care of him inappropriately.
However, it is precisely because of this that Xie Wenjie had the opportunity to be a wingman at the University of Mainland China, as the deputy captain of the flying group.
Ten minutes later, more than 20 Hellcats from the airport took off first, followed by ugly Stuka dive bombers.
Looking at one of the planes taking off, the ground staff on the ground couldn't help but pray for them in their hearts.